Dawn, a Northfield University RA, had a fun game that was lighthearted in the past but this year it may have had deadly have. It was voluntary, so only a handful of the girls accepted the challenge. It was a game of name change. First, you lost your last name altogether. Then your first name was changed to a sexually demeaning phrase. Dawn would inspect the...
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the story's characters to dead and/or living people, and fictitious situations to real events, is purely coincidental. Some research went into attempting to present certain situations as realistically as possible, without getting nitty-gritty about it. As such, no doubt there will be issues with some of the...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Hey guys, this is the second (and longer) split of what was originally chapter 8. Thanks to Lunarlilith, CaptainObvious, Truehearts, and GCMIVB4 for editing assistance. Enjoy. *** The pale purple liquid glittered up at him out of the little vial cradled in his hand. Chri...
DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists and Wizards in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or born in the future, is purely coincidental. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, swearing, and strange ideas. It ha...
Commander Andrew David Augustus Murphy, U.S. Navy (Retired) sat in his lounge chair and watched the Fox News Channel. He was not pleased with what he saw. He was disgusted with the way the war in Iraq was going. Having a fair amount of experience in the Mid-East he was of the opinion that bringing all the factions together in a common government was next to...
Philip Johnson Prologue Sam and Holly were like most couples in their early thirties and living in South Bend, Indiana. Five days a week it was work, eat and sleep, with the occasional dinner out with friends. Weekends amounted to the typical home owner syndrome of chores here and there, and again, the occasional out for dinner and drinks with...
"Hey little brother, this is a good thing. We are starting a new life in West Liberty. Don't feel bad about the broken cup in the kitchen. The doctor said it would take time... months or a year... for both of us." Sandra, the blond around twenty years old, put her arms around Randalf, the slightly younger looking, black hair man. She snuggled her chest arou...
NOTE: All persons in this novel are Fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of sexual activity this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative, rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your Reading Pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will take me as...
Sequel to What are the odds? Dear reader. This is set in Australia. We spell colour, with a 'u'. We have arses. We are sometimes arses. OK, most of the time we are arses. 'Shit' is one of our most versatile words. 'Fuck' is punctuation and sometimes 'Cunt' is a diminutive sobriquet. "Naw, lookit the little cunt." I'm sorry in advance for the legwork you may...
John watched the last of the prisoners file out of the dreadnought and into the morning sunshine, their hands raised to shade their eyes against the brightness. Nearly a thousand Terrans had gathered outside the crashed Kirrix capital ship, appearing shocked and relieved that the worst of their ordeal was now over. His eyes were drawn to a statuesque woman...